I have to confess...I worry. Though my life is deeply rooted in Jesus Christ sometimes I still find myself worrying which in a sense is an oxymoron. (Isn't it?) This morning I can't sleep. Instead I'm listening to the rhythm of my son, Keegan, sleeping as I lay in bed thinking, worrying, praying.
Life doesn't always make sense. Even I find myself questioning God sometimes like a child stuck in a cardboard box. (Yes, that is my little Fiona at 11 months) Why I am here? For what purpose is this box? God, I'm lost...can you help me?
The economy is in tank, marriages are failing, people can't find work, etc. But in the midst of it all I'm reminded that God is there and that no problem is too big for God to handle. To trust, to have faith, but yet, sometimes I STILL worry.
I envy my husband for his faith...he doesn't worry and trusts God for his every need...it is his gift. I, on other hand, work on my faith daily...leaning, trusting, and knowing God has got me covered. However, sometimes I feel worry building up...it consumes me...when I should be trusting God. I am reminded by faith that I am not in control. God is the master planner. But, honestly, this is hard for me sometimes...well, for a control freak.
So to combat my own struggles with worry I PRAY. I pray when I drive my kids to the library, I pray when I change a diaper, I pray when I'm bored, I pray when I make a snack, I pray when I run on the treadmill, I pray at church, I pray when I work in the garden, I pray when I hear a friend's strife, I pray when I'm bored, I PRAY.
Sharing my worries with God gives me peace and builds my trust as prayers are answered. God is not done with me. I am a work in progress. I will not worry...I will pray.
He told them, "Because of your lack of faith. I tell you with certainty, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 17:20
From inside the little blue bungalow,